The morning sun softly filtered through the curtains of the bedroom, casting a warm, dim glow across the messy silk sheets and over Gu Fan's peacefully asleep face.
Gu Fan slowly opened his green eyes, as he inhaled the faint smell of sandalwood that still lingered in the air from the incense Madam Li had burned the previous night, and he felt something was wrong.
No… Not wrong. Wrong is the wrong word.
It was suspiciously good. Very good.
He felt a satisfying tingling sensation running through his body originating in the lower half of his body as he let out a low, satisfied groan.
"..." Gu Fan stared at the wooden ceiling for a good couple of seconds, then he looked down to see exactly what woke him up so pleasantly.
The blanket shifted, and a familiar head of long black hair appeared near his waist.
